Lady Phoenix's wings shone Alaskan blue to north star ruby red
Rising alone from the ashes of the dead.
Rather than soar, she looked to the sky with dread,
Lamenting to the heavens, "Why not be reborn a dove instead?"
"Did I burn out, or was a burnt whole?
Must these flames be fuelled by my very soul?
And if ever a mortal should touch me, they will learn
The lesson of the ashes; play with fire, you will get burned."
"Yet if I could have emerged a dove,
With one wing for peace, and the other for love,
I'd squelch every conflict while flying up above,
Inspiring hearts and spirits till they are filled at the cusp."
The heavens were heavy with clouds and the thunder drummed,
"Surely you know, Lady Phoenix, you must fly closer to the sun.
For as the sun's rays wipe away the rain's tears,
Your resilient wings can clear many of their sorrows and fears."
The dove was born under the sun, such a pretty young thing!
She will carry on her day, soothe us, muse us, and sing.
Yet even the dove thanks and praises the clear light you bring.
"Lady Phoenix, even the dove chooses to fly under your wings."
Yours is to soar far above with the sun,
Watching until all rivers course into one.
Taking full stock and survey of all that's been done
As the world weaves its patterns of what is to come.
Born of the shadow, yet chosen by the light,
With truthful eyes that can pierce the soul's dark night.
Lady Phoenix took the sun as her cosmic soulmate
And their unity lit every cloud at sundown to remind us of our fates.
Kat 2009